It was late and Malcolm had just come home from work. He put his jacket and shoes away. He went straight to the bedroom and changed into sweatpants and no shirt. He spotted you laid down on the couch and climbed on top of you with a sigh. He wrapped his arms around you and closed his eyes, burying his head in your chest.

"Work was awful.."

He muttered softly and moved his head around a bit to get comfortable.